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Surge didn't get a lot of sleep last night. She laid up, trying to process Sonic's fucked up statement. He was playing safe as shit, with that bullshit about her "Not being anything less". She was a freak, and Surge knew it. It wasn't exactly her fault, but damn if it wasn't obvious.

Surge saw the sunlight creeping through the curtains to her room. She stood up, with no sense in lying in bed. She clearly wasn't going to get anymore sleep. Surge was about to walk down the stairs, when she turned around. Faker boy's door was closed, which left Surge with a couple of options.

KILL SONIC KILL SONIC KILL SONIC

She was feeling down, so why not raise her own spirits? Surge walked up to the door and pulled the door open slowly. Faker had been snoring, but his snores became lighter as she crept across the floor. Surge saw he was resting on his arms, still not moving at all. She saw a light swelling around his head and back. Sheesh, wasn't the ring supposed to help him heal?

Surge was ready to pounce on him, and bug the absolute shit out of him, but something pulled her off. She saw his battered head, a large dark splotch from where his arm was bruised. He'd saved her a lot pain. She would let him sleep, just for once.

Surge saw the covers move, and Kit's eyes and snout poke out of the covers to look at her. Surge felt the stab in her chest. He was her little buddy, not faker boy's, not Starline's. Somehow, faker boy charmed foxes like nobody's business. Surge grit her teeth, and left the room. She heard the flop of Kit's feet hitting the ground, before he walked out as well.

Surge went downstairs and hoped for some left overs. She opened the fridge and saw it was empty, save for a few undercooked hotdogs, some eggs, and bacon. She'd try cooking, how hard could it be?

Surge got out a pan, and set it on the stove. She turned the stove up to max, because she wanted the food to be done quick. She cracked some eggs, and dropped them into the pan. Easy.

The clear liquid and yellow spot seemed to sit in the pan. Surge expected it to start cooking, but clearly it was going to take a while.

She went into the living room, and sat down on the couch. Despite her intentions, Surge was not going to go and wake up Sonic with some karaoke. So she sat back. Kit walked over and sat down next to her. Surge could feel the little shit's eyes on her. Was he expecting her to start cuddling with him? To get all fuzzy and soft on him?

Why don't you show it? Faker bitch's words came back to Surge. Why should she? He wasn't going to run off and leave her. But he was getting distant. Surge could tell. He wasn't sticking close to her anymore. The little guy was getting buddy-buddy with a guy they were supposed to destroy.

Surge sighed, switching to a growl as she got frustrated, "Hey… Kit… you don't suck."

Kit perked up, his ears standing on alert as his face contorted curiously. Sheesh, was he fucking stupid? Did she have to spell it out for him? His face said yes.

"You're pretty awesome, thanks for getting my back you little shit." Surge groaned. Could she be any clearer?

Kit's face lit up with joy, "Really!? You mean it?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't make me repeat myself." Surge groaned rubbing her temples. She smelled something off in the air. Was something burning?

Surge looked at Drippy curiously, before their eyes widened. Surge zipped back into the kitchen as a loud beeping sound filled the air. The pan had a flame shooting out of it as She grabbed the handle, only to feel the heat flood her glove and she dropped it.

"Kit, Do Something!" Surge shouted, and the little guy's water pack shot out tentacle which he used to grab the pan and send it into the sink. Surge quickly burned her arm by turning of the stove because of course the knobs would be past the burners instead of in front of it. Granted, it wasn't a real burn, but it was hot.

Surge looked at her arm as the sound of sizzling filled the sink. Surge waved her hand at the imaginary burn, before hearing a crack.

Surge saw Drippy sitting over the sink with wide eyes. Surge walked over to him, before the sound of shattering filled the air. She saw the pan had split into three pieces. Surge stared at the sink for a moment.

"Shit," She finally mumbled, before an idea hit her, "Help me burry this outside."

Drippy jerked around to look at her, "Shouldn't we tell S-"

"Hell no, He's not getting anymore ammunition against me." Surge growled, and picked up the kind of warm pieces of iron.

Drippy grabbed the other two and followed her outside, "He doesn't want to hurt us. I think he can be our friend."

"Not with us breaking his shit he won't." Surge growled, as they walked out the front door. The crocodile appeared to be outside, a few feet away from the door. Surge growled at him, "If you tell him about this, I'll burn your fucking house down." Surge barked.

The Crocodile looked shocked but nodded. He looked over and the Chameleon frowned at her, but kept quiet. Surge and kit Found a little spot behind the house. Faker-boy had a shovel in the garage, which was good because Surge wasn't keen on leaving a large mess for him to find. Nothing happened, nothing at all.

They dug in the dirt about four feet, and tossed the metal in, before Surge dumped the dirt in the hole. She then ran around the mound several times to flatten it out. Then Surge and kit ran over to the river near the house, and dunked their shoes to hide the evidence.

Surge ran around a few times in the grass to somewhat dry the boots, before going back inside. Cooking was fucking stupid anyways. So Surge was just going to wait for Faker to wake up, and he would make them something. He owed them for yesterday anyway.

The Crocodile came in, "So… uh, where's Sonic?" He asked in his stupid fucking radio voice.

"He's sleeping. Bitch can take a break for all I care." Surge growled stuffing her hands in her quills as she laid back across the couch, taking up all of the spaces.

The crocodile got the message, and instead sat in the chair. The lizard seemed to be stoic till the end. Did he even have emotions? Surge really didn't care.

What she did care about was how… open she felt after last night. She wasn't even drunk, she just spilled out that shit like he wasn't her enemy. Now he knew how to get to her, and it pissed Surge off to no end. Fuck him.

But if she woke him, he might start spilling her secrets. He was playing her, that's what the Faker was doing. She didn't feel bad for him getting hurt. He deserved it for some reason.

So Surge sat there, with Drippy, in silence with the reptiles. She really wished he'd get up. Her stomach started to growl aggressively. She stood up, and walked into the kitchen. Surely he had something that didn't need to be cooked.

She opened a cabinet over the stove and saw… flour, and sugar… Wrong cabinet. She opened the next to the left. That one had crackers, which was a start.

Surge pulled out the box, and shoved her hand down to pull a fistful of the little bread morsels out. Before ramming them into her mouth. They were crackers, so they shouldn't have been any good, but damn if she wasn't hungry and they tasted fantastic.

Drippy came in the kitchen and was actually begging for food. Surge lowered the box, making sure no one was watching, and Drippy tore into the little bites of dried bread.

That would tide them over while Faker apparently slept the day away. For once Surge found herself grateful to Starbitch for giving them faster healing. Surge had flashes of the bruises on Faker-boy's arms.

Definitely glad she didn't stay hurt for long. Faker sure was a lazy little shit, wasn't he? Noon rolled around and Surge was starting to get pissed off.

How long did he need to sleep for? Surge was about to stand up, but she stopped herself when she again remembered his bruised arms. Maybe he could sleep for a little longer.

"UGHH What time is it?" Faker's voice groaned from the kitchen.

"Past morning you dumbass, get up and make some breakfast." Surge growled, rolling her eyes. He was awake, and breakfast was on her mind.

Sonic stopped walking forward, before smiling slightly, "Well, Good to see you too. Kit, thanks for the extra ring."

Kit's ears perked up, and he smiled back, ever so quiet.

Surge saw Sonic's arms were fine. He seemed to be better. Faker yawned again, "Alright… where's my large pan?"

He noticed, shit.

Surge passed a glance at Kit who looked at the floor. Idiot, didn't even try to not look suspicious.

Sonic came into the living room, "Did you use my large pan? Also, why do I smell something burnt?"

"Of course not. You don't even have a large pan." Surge waved off coolly.

"I'm pretty sure I have a large pan. I made eggs yesterday on it." Sonic raised an eyebrow.

Surge rolled her eyes and waved dismissively as Kit continued to fuck up by looking guilty, "Bah, you're imagining it. That old pan would have broken anyway. You never had a pan like that." Surge kept up a confident smile.

"Uh huh… alright. I guess I can make you all something on the medium pan that is definitely the largest pan I own." Sonic groaned, before walking back into the kitchen.

That was a close one. A pile of eggs, toast and bacon later and Surge was ready to go.

"Alright, So let's go and get Tails today." Sonic sighed stretching his back.

Surge looked at him. She could pummel him right now. Sonic looked so tired and worn out. Like hell she was going to trust him to watch her back while she fought a super machine that may or may not be a match for her.

"Nah, fuck it, let's take the day off." Surge groaned, waving him off.

Sonic blinked, "No."

Surge raised an eye brow at him, "The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I am not leaving Tails any longer than he has to be." Sonic growled at her. She was starting to get pissed off already in the morning.

"Oh sure, you're going to fucking start a fight and go right the fuck to sleep while I have to finished the fucking job. You can't even fucking stand for long. Fuck that." Surge growled at him.

"What, You think I can't?" Sonic growled back, rising across the table.

"You are really tired." Kit pointed out. Faker blinked with as much Surprise as Surge had. Drippy really took a hard stance, to keep Faker-boy alive. Not that Surge cared, aside from the fact that she was going to destroy him.

The Crocodile actually decided not to be a fucking waste of space, "You don't exactly look swell, Sonic. A good day off is sometimes needed."

"Yeah, and how has that-" Faker started, lashing out with grit teeth. Surge actually… no she wasn't scared of him.

The lizard decided to interrupt faker, which seemed to urk him even more, "You are lashing out, you are swaying. You are exhausted, and it can not end well if you continue to push your body."

Sonic let out a nasal breath, before yawning. He seemed a little surprised, before nodding, "Alright… Fine, but we gotta go extra hard after tomorrow."

He stood up. Surge glared at him, "Where the fuck are you going?"

"Back to bed, I'm tired." Faker slumped and turned to walk to his room.

Surge frowned and grumbled, "Yeah, I should have fucking figured. What do you do for fun around here?"

"Me, I go for a run." Faker yawned, stretching his back.

"Of course you do you fucking flour spice equivalent fuck." Surge grumbled, tapping her foot. Not that she couldn't enjoy a good run, but like hell she was going to let him know that AND spend the whole day doing it.

Sonic blinked at her, and his face was quickly becoming frustrated and angry. Maybe it was time to dial it back half a degree. But to her surprise, Faker walked over to the bookshelf full of bullshit subjects like, Intro into Physics and Basics of Aeronautics.

He pointed down, "You know where the Karaoke games are. Tails keeps his mature stuff behind these books. He thinks I'm stupid I guess. Plenty of blood, Sex and explosions for you. Shadow used to come by and borrow them, so I'm sure you'll love them." His voice was so dry, Surge was pretty sure he needed to get his head dunked underwater, like in a bathroom or something.

But he went off to bed.

Surge ignored the Crocodile, who said something about leaving as she pulled out the books, revealing a library of games that…she was pretty sure rules said she couldn't play. Then again, when did she start caring about rules?

Surge pulled out one, Swing, King, Ding. There was a picture of a Jackal with a pair of sunglasses, with a lady wolf pushing herself onto him as he sat in a throne with two guns in his hands pointing down. Seemed like fun. She plopped it in, practically drooling at the idea of the big no-no game.

No saved files… interesting. Surge started a new game. "Drippy, check his stash, find me some chips and shit."

Kit set to work as she quickly mashed the bottom button, skipping through all of the cutscenes. No need for boring shit. She knew exactly what to do.

Surge munched on chips while she beat up people, and rings came out of them. Then she got a gun, then she gave rings to a "night lady" whatever that meant, but it was followed by a black screen, so Surge assumed it was a game over. She then respawned in front of the "night lady", killed her, and then dumped her body in a river. This game was fucking easy.

Then, about two hours later, Surge was groaning as she munched on chips, "THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO DO! THIS SHIT IS BORING" She rolled around.

Drippy blinked at her, "I don't think you were supposed to kill everyone."

"WHY THE FUCK WOULDN'T I KILL EVERYONE. THEY ARE MADE OF MONEY!" Surge groaned in frustration.

Kit threw out his hands, "You were supposed to work with Don Waterloo and Don Jero."

"Why didn't they have a name tag or something to set them apart?" Surge growled, allowing her lungs to catch up.

"They did, those big red exclamation points." Kit slumped down.

"Drippy, shut up." Surge growled, "What the fuck do I do now?"

"Well… You have to start over." Kit slumped down, slightly discouraged.

Surge rolled her eyes. A second attempt later, and two hours of not killing everybody on the screen… and Surge found herself invested. Apparently, this guy was taken from his family, and couldn't talk with them or the "families" might get to them. He loved his daughter, but he was gradually working his way up to become the boss of organization so he could get her into an awesome school.

Surge was so invested, she didn't realize that the chuckle wasn't from the game, "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING, ASSHOLE? YOU ARE LITERALLY ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE!"

"Nice to see you having a good time." Faker's voice shook Surge out of her immersion as a gunshot rang through the speakers.

"WHAT? Oh, it's just you." Surge turned back and realized she'd missed the execution scene. Damn it.

"Hey…I owe you dinner don't I?" Faker laughed. He was laughing, she missed the emotional execution scene and he was laughing.

BRRRBRRR

Surge looked down, and realized Kit was passed out on the couch, potato chip bits covering his belly up stomach and parts of the couch. The bag had been caught by the air inside, and flown into the corner.

"Yeah…Yeah, where we heading?" Surge grumbled and walked over and turned the game off. She realized only as her finger brushed the button that she hadn't saved her progress. Still, that just meant she'd get to play the scene again.

"Rouge's club. I'm feeling chicken wings tonight." Faker proposed. Wait a minute, was she supposed to be the one making the dinner decisions?

"Wait a fucking minute, That's my decision." Surge growled. Faker boy was cheating her and thought he was being clever.

"Ok, where do you want to go?" Sonic asked, his smug, punchable face urking the fuck out of her.

"… I don't fucking know, that Bat's club." Surge threw her hands up in the air. Faker was still looking so smug it was actually pissing her off.

Faker boy carried Kit while they ran into the big city, that Surge may or may not have screwed with. She came across the big building that she had actually wanted to go to when she wrecked the city. The place was huge, so it was extra surprising that Faker Boy's friend was actually the owner of the… finer establishment.

Sonic took care of getting in. Apparently, he was a "V.I.P." but that probably came with being friends with the owner. As they walked in, Surge caught a glimpse of Rouge, who was looking out of the pent house area at the bar. There was no way those… things on her chest were real.

Surge caught the looks that some of the ladies that seemed to point their way. Of course Faker boy would have fan girls.

They took their seat. And a waiter in a tux came over and asked the typical bullshit. Surge of ordered some tequila, and nachos.

Sonic slumped back, as if he was still a little tired. Surge glared at him, "Sheesh, you lazy sack of shit, how are you still trying to sleep?"

Sonic raised his arm, and Surge saw speckles of bruises. He still wasn't healed after two rings?

"Bah, quit being a baby." Surge rolled her eyes. She stood up.

"Where are you going?" Faker asked as Kit looked up at Surge with the same question buried in his eyes.

"I'm going to get drugs. What do you think? I'm going to take a piss." Surge rolled her eyes. Still, She couldn't get over how much she loved running water. After doing her business, Surge came out to find a Weasel giving her a funny look.

"What the fuck's the matter with you?" Surge growled, balling a fist.

The Weasel held up a picture, and looked at it, then back to her. She saw his hand reach down, "Doctor wants his property back. Paid good for your return." He held up a revolver.

Surge was a little shocked at the moment. First, who the fuck was this? Second, why the fuck would they use a revolver? Third, why the fuck did she care?

Surge grinned and balled a fist. It was getting too chummy with faker boy anyway. She had a good excuse to finally have some fun.

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A sort of- cliff hanger. Hahaha…. I suck.

So, Originally, I was going to do Tails, but I wanted it to be Sonic's section, so we got Rouge with Surge and the obvious "Her boobs are too big" joke, because I am a clever writer *Horrible forced wink*.

I Really hope issue 50 is good.

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